9:00 P.M. Jack is walking around downtown London wearing a pair of half mittens, dark-blue jeans, white shirt and a dirty oversize trench coat people looked at him in disgust thinking, he might be homeless. For about an hour now he has been asking people about a special event that's about to happen, when an over-weight woman wearing a red dress, puffy white coat that made her look ten times bigger and her jewelry was exaggerated too, sees him and asks, “You're going to the event boy?” Jack looks around thinking she must be mistaken, for sure she wasn't talking to him. The woman crossed her arms and looks at Jack “Well boy answer, didn't your parents teach you manners?” Jack confused answers “what event ma'am?” “What event?” the woman raised her voice with a little giggle inside “the one you've been asking all these people here since an hour ago” Jack puts his arms in his jacket” well yes ma'am, but you see I lost my invitation, will you know where it is?” “Boy, it's at the pub in fourteen-eighth street” Jack gets the women's hand and lightly kisses it “ma'am; I'm delighted. You ran into me. Thank you so very much. I thought for sure. I wouldn't make it, but now I have a beautiful lady by my side.” the women giggled ” Oh, you young man hush, hush now. I will see you there tonight. I must be on my way now.”
Later that night; Jack walks into the pub on fourteen-eighth street and sits down on a wooden chair “whiskey straight” the bartender poured him a drink she smiles at him. “Hey handsome, what an interesting out fit what you are supposed to be?” Jack looks up at her in her black short shorts, a white T-shirt that reads 'Lustful Pubs in dark glitter. She is wearing cat ears; her tan and short curly hair made her look more like a cat. Jack smiles at her thinking 'hey this girl is not half bad looking' “I'm a hit man in disguise.” She giggles at his response ” that's creative, well you have yourself a good time, hon” Jack sits in the pub and waits when a group of people in clown outfits walk in. They had very colorful clothes on laughing, honking horns, and juggling Jack looks around for the special birthday boy, but doesn't see him. 'Damn, where is he?' Jack thought. Jack waits very uncomfortable in a crowd of clowns annoying the f**k out of him. When a crowd of Mimes walk in they had black-and-white outfits on some wore make up others white masks that made them look soulless two of them had long stilts on both hands and feet. “Oh great if theirs nothing more annoying, then clowns its fucken Mimes” jack says to himself while taking a sip of his drink. When another crowd walks in this time have a little Mardi gras and day of the dead theme going on. Where the main colors were green, purple, yellow, black and dark red they had hugely large skeleton heads on, some masks that made Jack quiver in his feet. Jack scans through the crowd when he sees a huge cake with the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” on it. Then, Jack spots the man his been looking for all night. The man wore a black with thin red strip suit, red tie, and horns on his forehead. The man laughed and shook hands with people. Jack stands up from his sit and walks up to the man, Jack turns him around and punches him right in the face making the man's' nose bleed. The crowd gasp. ''Jack, sunny my boy is that you?” “How the f**k do you know?” Jack tenses up his hands more getting ready to punch him again.“My boy, I never forget my golden prize winning trophies and calm down there. You sold yourself to me, remember? “Jack already mad jumps on the man and start hitting him on the face so hard jacks' hand swells up. The room slows down and fade away from jacks sight. Jack can see the blood slowly flying up, Jack starts cursing, “son of a b***h; you a b***h, you ruined my life.” The man laughs. Making the rest of the crowd joins in. This makes Jack extremely pist off he chokes him so hard. He can feel the man's bones on his hands. Squeezing tighter and tighter the man looks at Jack with a cricket smile and says “Ada boy”.
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